Love is
one-quarter deaf, half blind and a quarter mute. I arrived at this conclusion
after realizing that I’ve never really been in love since my vote became
acceptable. Nor have I felt deafness, blindness and muteness at a fixed
proportion. Though the whole business of propositioning a girl with promises
still intrigues me, I haven't asked anyone out yet. I've had moments that
lasted a few days here and there but I never felt the urge to envision a life
with someone. That's what folks in love do, right? Apparently, it requires
courage and a level of selflessness that I stunningly lack. Not a single night
has passed by when I couldn't sleep because I was thinking of someone. Nor a
day has greeted me to shake me off my daydreaming spree. Maybe I’m too idealistic
for my own good. Put in a sentence, my idea of love is simpler because it
doesn't prescribe to any condition and is bereft of pretensions. It doesn't
require someone to be something. It's either there or not. Almost all my
friends turned cosmic-eyed when they confessed they had feelings for someone
they never ended up with. That never happened to me. Too much exposure to
Manchester United, poetry and existential thoughts can do so to anyone. In
unrelated news, not very long ago, a friend of mine told me that I’ll never be
happy because I bask in my loneliness. The exact words were "How can you
be so consumed by yourself?" before my mind-screen went blank. All I
remember from that conversation is a concerned voice. It didn't belong to me. I
was three-fourth blind and a quarter mute.
Loneliness is the human condition. Cultivate it. The way it tunnels into you allows your soul room to grow. Never expect to outgrow loneliness. Never hope to find people who will understand you, someone to fill that space. An intelligent, sensitive person is the exception, the very great exception. If you expect to find people who will understand you, you will grow murderous with disappointment. The best you'll ever do is to understand yourself, know what it is that you want, and not let the cattle stand in your way...
ReplyDeleteAnother nice portrayal of human thoughts ,quite sublime & poignant .... keep up the good work
Gurumata! _/\_
ReplyDeleteLove => Less time spent on your hobbies => Less nourishment of your brain. Simple.
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ReplyDeletear etai ba ke bollo u ve to fall in love with someone else? nijeke bhalobasa jaye.. ei je tui Man United niye ato serious, ato emotional, ba tor akakitwo jeta onyo onekkichur theke onek besi priyo tor kachhe eguloyo toh akdhoroner bhalobasa.. tai na? amar toh tai mone hoy
ReplyDeletetui boro kom likhis. jeta akta boro dosh. ar abhidar sathe ami akmot. nijeke diye bujhechhilam akta time e. But honestly thikthak manusher sathe involved holey bodhoy seta hoy na, at least I feel so. positive changes ase mone hoy... :)
ReplyDeleteThere once came a song which said "'Main toh khud se pyaar jatau" yes Sheela ki jawani am actually a great believer of that ...but what ever love stuff is, it either sucks you back in or makes you listen to Selena Gomez songs
ReplyDeleteDJ, you are forgetting Gori Tere Pyar Mein, RamLeela and finally the Nadir of all Nadirs, appreciating Twilight
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